Secondhand Poems - Poems about Secondhand

...A heron watched me from painted rushes, brush-stroked by a man who lived in a wagon lacquered with stars and road-dust and wind, who sometimes drank too much and thundered. They say he wan......

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...Tick-tock ya can’t rewind Time doesn’t stop or fall behind Clock hands cut like a sharpened knife Time doesn’t lose it runs your life Born with a cry blink then you're grown Chasing years you’......

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...The radiator whispered like breath beneath the old window (half opened for mercy) where cold fingers of air braided themselves with steam and the snow stayed only for seconds da......

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... WHEELCHAIR BOUND Dots appeared and disappeared a single sunray flashed onto wheelspokes, canvas seat comfortably frayed bought secondhand her unexercis......

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...A nine - to - five bartending job - the life, death, and fate of an artist. Forced to sweep cracked tile, and vacuum puke stained floors - until enough people notice him......

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...There once was a man who played in a band But his trumpet was old, secondhand He went into a store To look at some more But came out with a fine baby grand ......

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...It would seem impossible for a house plant to have joy loosely rooted in a glazed bowl of nutrient depleted soil every third day fed plastic cups of fluorinated water enduring yellow, rainless nic......

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...If this G.O.D. is real, then it’s only a matter of time when we’ll find out if we, mere humans, are worthy Do we have what it takes to even be considered for membership? Or must we wander into ......

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...Mr Ragged 2024 The unsteady slow winter moon, trudges towards a freezing night; riding on winds back,of shadows feint, blowing out the days diminishing light, It i......

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...Goodbye Nadine Over the last two days I have been thinking about all the times we shared together. I don’t know why I am feeling sad an......

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..."Long has My grace been proffered Long has intercession been offered Short is My space for repentance 'On my terms!' frames their resistance 'Tis not I who needs to change Defying My terms wil......

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... Scrolling through my Facebook feed I see Wierd Secondhand Finds is having a rather heated debate; Is the figurine male or female? It has antlers and only male deer have antlers! Perhaps it's a......

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...The problem with Friday’s Is as I do my emails I forget how to spell Wednesday And all my confidence fails It’s a perplexing condition When you can’t figure out what’s the cost And all your b......

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...Hyper vigilant Hyper aware of this body These hands... This heartbeat It is all normal Yet I feel some kind of lingering lurking anxiety An energy...An entity Following me... That thing is m......

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...Sackcloth and ashes blood and steel clashes carbon dust burnt at last digging the umber crust sackcloth and ashes lie as time passes into the future it is written on the walls, some......

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